Kyoko Akan vs Karen Starring.

Kyoto tried to regain her footing as quick as possible from the kick but didn't have time to stop the incoming punch from the blonde as Karen nailed her belly again with an impressive jab. "Ugh." she groaned as she took a step back from the blow.

Her face grew angry as Karen mocked her nickname and and she drove forward with a jab of her own into Karen's stomach. "I earned that nickname from all the punks like You I crushed to get here. It's not ridiculous!" Kyoko said her fire ignited a bit.

Karen was working on raw adrenaline, the punch connecting hard but the blonde powered on through, arguably in amateur fashion, as the blow would surely work against her momentarily. Still, she was too focused on trying to crush the belly of the 'belly queen,' coughing somewhat as her hands shot to the girls arms, trying to somewhat restrain her.

"It's fucking stupid!" She'd again roar, before somewhat throwing a dark laugh. "We'll see how the Belly Queen copes when I crush her fucking silly!" She'd bring up a knee, trying to roughly catch the girl, her own belly still aching.

Karen brough her hands up and pulled her arms away from her body while Kyoko fought against her, getting angrier at Karen's further taunting of her nickname driving her to keep fighting. "Is this all you can say like some five year old. Better women then you have tried and you'll definelty fail like all of them."

Kyoko drove her knee up to try and get Karen to let go of her only for the blonde to have the same tactic and both girls nailed each other in unison. Kyoko coughed but tougher it out intent to outlast this bitch and win.

The hard strikes meeting at the same time, Karen would hold the knee, for no purpose other than to demonstrate her defiance, before finally stumbling back, somewhat spluttering from the collision. Sure, Karen was no doubt bigger than her foe. Most likely stronger, if by a fraction, and arguably more experienced a wrestler. But this stipulation was Kyoko's yard so to speak. Every strike Karen threw had to be aimed at what was most likely the toughest most tested part of the aptly named Belly Queen.

Bringing up her hands akin to a boxer, Karen would clap her fists, signalling her foe to come to her, her teeth again bared. "Come on you little shit!"

The knee strikes seemed to do an equal amount to both competitors and Karen stumbled back a few steps while Kyoko tried to look tougher by staying in one spot, the woman was bigger then her for sure but Kyoko wanted to prove that her size meant nothing in comparison to her abilities, she just needed the opportunity to take Karen down and really work her down so she could win.

Karen brought her hands up and egged her on to try and attack which Kyoko was all to happy to comply to as she put her hands up and moved around the bigger blonde. Closing in she would quickly jump up and attempt a drop kick to hopefully strike an impressive blow to Karen's abs.

When Karen wasn't being outright cocky, her ruthlessness might of evened out the superior skill of Kyoka in this particular match. That being said, Karen was the sort to try and humiliate her foe before she'd even cemented the win, a fact of her personality that often cost her dearly. This been such occasion.

Expecting to again exchange blows with the Belly Queen, Karen would instead find her foe somewhat flying upwards off her feet, before extending out her legs, connecting neatly to Karen's sizeable waist.

Buckling over in a coughing splutter, the blonde would fall to a knee, gagging, as if Kyoko had just hit her with a train.

She jumped and nailed the cocky blonde right on the mark and sent her back visibly hurt from the dropkick, after dealing with her annoying insults and going blow for blow with her while doing so it was nice to get a decisive hit that Karen couldn't return for once.

She wasn't about to stop there and she moved in and and tried to take advantage of her stunned state, running in and throwing three blows aimed at Karen's belly button and lower gut so she could turn her around and begin setting up and abdominal stretch.

Partially covering up, merely out of response for the kick connecting so neatly and powerfully, Karen would bring her eyes up to already discover her foe in quick motion. Said partial cover up would somewhat block the series of desperate, rushed strikes, causing the blonde to growl as her arm was somewhat beaten.

She'd try to stand in response, before she found her foe sidestepping and pulling on her arms with all the tell tale signs of an ab stretch! Letting loose somewhat of a harsh scream as she felt the painful stretch, Karen would try as she would to simply out power the girl by pulling her arms back. But given the awkward position her frame was in, it was beyond difficult to release some of her signature power.

Kyoko wrenched backward and felt vindicated in her control over the bigger blonde in the stretch. After screaming in pain Karen tried to muscle her way out off the hold and send Kyoko forward but she wasn't at the angle to get it off and Kyoko wasn't exactly someone she could just bowl over, able to keep her ground with some difficulty.

"My name still ridiculous to you?" Kyoko asked as she wrec he'd back once again to try and keep her body at an uncomfortable angle and break her down slowly.

The bigger woman's body would be uncomfortably wrenched further, her arms somewhat trapped in the standard positioning of the abdominal stretch. She'd roar, continuing to try and shake free, but to no avail.

Her face of pure rage, she'd try to instead push her body backwards, the way Kyoko was yanking her, intending to catch the Belly Queen by surprise and send both down to the mat, with the heavy blonde on top!